C643 Fight a Chaotic Battle
Facing the charge of the young men in black, Miron remained expressionless. Only his cold eyes were filled with a coldness that could make anyone despair.
Swoosh!
A gust of wind suddenly blew past. An elite of the Profound Dragon Guard suddenly approached him and reached out his hand to touch Miron's throat.
His hand was wearing a pair of silver gloves that were filled with a demonic aura